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blicky my bestie - ayo romello lyrics

hook:
old school but i’m new to that
yo why these bum n*ggas had to chose to rap?
and them tools? yeah fools
my hands glued to gats
black 9 with the black 22 to match
black tape
hope i make it to heaven
yo my bl!cky my bestfriend
this bl!cky stay close to me
burn you up for the bread
boy you looking like toast to me
yeah my bl!ckies my bestfriends
i don’t gotta question
none of my weapons
smack you i will with smith & wesson
verse 1:
b*tch n*gga
ayo everybody trynna be rich
everybody trynna be that
ayo ayo everybody body trynna be this
this n*gga
allat talking sh*t
just for you to die
it’s a homicide
it’s a hundred guys
dressed in all black with a 100 straps and 100 knives n*gga
3,2,1 bl**dy murder
ayo i want this sh*t well done like a burger
all up in my views you a lurker
ayo i swear these n*ggas keeping track like a cursor
pulll up to da opps spot let’s slide
let’s wet it up then burn it down rip left eye
ayo im the best guy
im boutta takeover put that on the dead guys mmmmm
rocking dolce and gabbana
b*tch i’m hotter den a sauna in the middle of botswana
these n*ggas biting change ya name to piranhas
ayo im really that n*gga these n*ggas just trynna uhhh
no this ain’t made in china
ayo ima rude boy top shotta
its murrrrddaaa mmm holla holla ayo i can show u howtamakea dolla
gllllttttttttt
hook:
old school but i’m new to dat
yo why these bum n*ggas had to chose to rap?
and them tools? yeah fools
my hands glued to gats
black 9 with the black 22 to match
hope i make it to heaven
yo my bl!cky my bestfriend
the bl!cky stay close to me
burn you up for the bread
boy you looking like toast to me
yeah my bl!ckies my bestfriends
i don’t gotta question
none of my weapons
smack you i will with smith & wesson
yo my bl!cky my bestie
my bff seee
so please don’t test me
cause i stay with bestie
and we go in
yeah my bl!cky my bestfriend
my bl!cky my bestfriend
my bl!cky my bestie
the bl!cky my
this bl!cky my bestfriend
this bl!cky my
bl!cky my bestfriend
verse 2:
mmmmmm
do ya really want war?
imagine me right now standing at ya front door
drag you across the floor
slap ya mother she a wh0re
shoot ya brother in the jaw
that’s a real chin check
diamonds on my gun
so you know da k!ll fresh
what you dont know i like my bl!ckys pretty
like my b*tches put some hickeys on her titties f*ck the whiskey off da henny
smoking dopey like a hippie
in a foreign with a foreign she a gypsy
ayo i put swarovski on my machete
ima mother f*cking ninja n*gga
i’ll end ya n*gga
hold up wait wait wait wait
you can’t let n*ggas slide
cause n*ggas skate skate
uhhhhhh
my pistols will wrip up ya insides
no abbreviating
ayo ladies
di bad gyal dem say meh drive dem crazy
she got 4 widd her
bad b*tches turn around slow with her
now twitst it
make a n*gga wanna hit it
make a n*gga throw some digits
up down up down
uhuh flow with it
you know you want it
baby go with it
slow with it
hold up wait wait wait wait
my brodie called said let’s go n*gga
f*ck with bro f*ck with ro
now you know ima blow with em
yo my pistol got no feelings
i stay sn*tching souls
i got blood on my old denims
yo throw out the balmains
bring me my amiris
stopped wearing the dolces
ain’t like how they fit me
call my b*tch beyoncé
she looking so pretty
but i do know one thing
n*gga dont come near me

hook:
old school but i’m new to dat
yo why these bum n*ggas had to chose to rap?
and them tools? yeah fools
my hands glued to gats
black 9 with the black 22 to match
hope i make it to heaven
yo my bl!cky my bestfriend
the bl!cky stay close to me
burn you up for the bread
boy you looking like toast to me
my bl!ckies my bestfriends
i don’t gotta question
none of my weapons
smack you i will w/ smith & wesson
yo yo my bl!cky my bestie
my bff seee
so please don’t test me
cause i stay with bestie
and we go in
yeah this bl!cky my bestfriend
bl!cky my bestie
this bl!cky my bestfriend
bl!cky my
bl!cky my bestfriend
this bl!cky my uhhh
this bl!cky my bestfriend n*gga
uhh uhhhh
black tape black tape black tape
uhhhh
bl!cky my
bl!cky my bestie
bff see
so please don’t test me
bl!cky my bestie
bff see
uhhh uhhh
black tape black tape

- ayo romello lyrics

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